Author: daylerogers
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And So It Begins
For all of who’ve been hiding under a rock–as I must have been doing–December 1 is tomorrow. Less than four weeks till Christmas, and I’m being sucked into the vortex of hustle and bustle. Not by choice. But I feel it in my bones. I hear the whispers of “Get going. You’re not doing enough…
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Do You Really Need A Village To Pick A Tree?
We’ve moved into the time of year when people begin practicing traditions that have meaning for them. Things they’ve done as long as they can remember. They may not remember the why–they just do it. Historically (makes it sound like centuries, doesn’t it?) we’ve shopped for our Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving. I refuse…
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Why Even Celebrate Thanksgiving?
It feels like Thanksgiving has become a throw-away holiday. History and current reality. The first Thanksgiving was never called that by those attending. It was a one-time happening. The Wampanoag Indians, which had lived in that area a thousand years, were indispensable to the survival of those early settlers. After the successful harvesting of their…
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The Grand Dump
Whoever said someone’s trash is someone else’s treasure? They’ve never been to my home. Trash is trash and you can’t put a pretty bow on it. My daughter’s family has the right idea. They rented a dumpster for a week and are being fierce in their disposal of things not needed. If it’s not been…
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It’s Not A Hill To Die On
I so wanted them to be the bad guys. Then I’d have someone to rail against, an entity to receive the focus of my anger and frustration. I can’t lay all the blame at the feet of our HOA. Our house needs painting. Badly. It’s been more years than we should have allowed, but with…
Tip of My Iceberg 